Fleet Passing of Time

I see you.
Time is passing.
But underneath all the white hair
i see the person you were.
Your eyes still sparkle.
Your voice is the same.
Your stage presence still the same.
Not time yet to hang up your guitar
and retire to a comfortable chair
next to the fireside.
I look and I find I love you.
I will always love you.

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